Caribbean

Have you ever been down to Haiti

When the summer sun was sinking low

And the native hearts are all a glow

They all stare like a statue out of stone

And when they realize what’s before their eyes

The other girls are left all alone

When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm

To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms

Sits a wide-eyed monkey on a limb

Just to try to be like him

That makes a heart feel so sublime

But before too long he starts singing the song

And then he gets in the Conga line

Part of the Caribbean

It was the gold that he was seeing

Cause we’re on our honeymoon

I’m so sorry Chris to talk about you like this

But you were five-hundred years too soon

They all stare like a statue out of stone

And when they realize what’s before their eyes

The other girls are left all alone

When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm

To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms